Teeth scraped at her ears and she whimpered. They were two halves of one whole and she was trapped between them. “Yes,” came her little moan in answer to Conor’s question. She loved this and they felt through the bond how it felt almost like she’d been waiting for this her whole life. How perfect it was. The thoughts were not shared intentionally and Nevara would have never told either man that. This was about the sex right now. Later, it would just feel needy and desperate. Right now? It felt true.
The hard buck had her bounding against Conor’s chest and she gasped, her head falling back against his own for a moment and then he pulled back slightly. Cloth hit the floor as she ground into Anders and then his body was pressed back against her. Naked as they were. One hand left Anders’ neck and reached for Conor. Her fingers threaded in his hair as he slowly drew out his words. “Christ.” Her eyes found Anders. “So big.. But I want every inch. It makes me feel so good.” There was a flash of memory. The plane when he’d been down her throat.. How good it had felt to have him use her.
Rocked against his cock, Nevara understood. The little friction was helping with the wait, but it was almost not enough. They both needed more. Fingers brushed over her small hole and she bit her lower lip, eyes on Anders as Conor toyed with her. Her eyes widened when they came back cooler and she almost tried to squirm away from them. Not because she didn’t want it, but the coldness was a shock to her hot system.
Nevara knew anal needed her to relax and she dropped her forehead to Anders’ chin. Slowly relaxing her body. It felt like an impossible task, yet she tried as the fist finger nudged against her, slowly pushing into her. Anders' groan was met with her own moan. She’d been full before.. If a finger felt like that? “I am going to die a happy woman..” Came her husky little joke.
Conor’s finger pumped in and out of her ass slowly, getting her ready and then a second pressed against her rear. Almost as if she realized he’d asked her a question, her mind lagging behind, she answered. “No. I always wanted to try..” Another moan as the second finger pressed into her. Anders’ head fell to her neck, that second finger seeming to snap the tight control it was taking him to not fuck her. Lips brushed his ear, teeth scraping along his ear. “Can you blame me, Anders?” Her voice was husky.. “Conor is playing with my ass and you’re buried in my pussy.” Her tongue ran along the shell of his ear, breathing ragged.
When Conor pressed against her, she whimpered. “Please Conor. Please.. Fuck me. I need you both” Her Around Anders she clenched again. Her hand found his hair, fisting in it as she pulled Conor’s mouth to her own. Claiming his mouth in a hungry kiss as he started to push into her.
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